West Marden Meltdown

Ride: Harting Route #1 - Victoria Inn, West Marden

Present: Ade, Al, Jon, Julie

We set off at a frantic snails pace as Ad was poncing around with his hair before the off: The hair was good but lights and spares for both his and Julie's bike were sadly lacking. Much abuse from the eager Al and Jon (who had cycled around the yard at least five times trying to get Ad to move his ass) obviously ensued.

The ride out and up onto the Downs was fairly uneventful other than Ad having to return to base for his helmet (prompting yet more abuse) and then peddle like the wind to catch up. We peaked near Foxcombe above South Harting and traveled downhill through Forestry Commission woodland, mud and puddles to Hucksholt. Julie's Chain broke (under extreme peddle power) on the descent so Al whipped the bike over and fixed the chain in a flash with his nifty kit and well honed skills.

We met the Chichester Road for a short while then got back onto the preferred surface, Mud... and plenty of it, through the sheep fields and the mini Deer Park (no sightings though), along to West Marden. Although it was a beautiful, warm sunny evening the previous week's heavy rain had left the trail very wet and boggy. On the descent into the village Al and Julie both heard the tell-tale hiss of punctures so proceeded as fast as possible to maximize pub-based fixing time so we could get back up to full strength. We found a wicked downhill jump section (seemingly through a private garden) just before the pub which we look forward to trying out again at faster speeds! In Ad's haste to guide the way to the pub, he braked far too late before turning in and skidded sideways down the tarmac trying to correct it. After about 10 meters or so it was corrected, but (ooops!) too far and he flipped round the other way, just managing to keep upright using all the luck available - a good TCA effort. If only Al, who was following closely, had had a video camera replays would have been shown ad nausium!

To cool the nerves, Al (shoes off, as we were very muddy indeed) took to the bar of The Victoria Inn to supply the liquid refreshment (three pints of Timothy Taylor's 'Landlord' for the boys and a fizzy lager for Ju). After some debate about appropriate portions Julie, being probably the cleanest member of the team, entered the pub for the traditional packets of crisps each. We then set to fixing punctures, Al's had intriguingly disappeared (only to be apparent again when back at base), but Ad had also developed a puncture by this time (perhaps precipitated by his near-off antics?) so the puncture fixing tally remained at two. Jon and Al agreed that it had been some time since the TCA had encountered such a technical meltdown on a single ride, and that it was significantly less trivial sorting these problems out if you had not made it to the nearest pub to tackle the problems, had not got the right spanners, it was dark and the temperature was sub-zero!

After demonstrating our team-work on the repair efforts we traveled down through the village and on up the other side past Locksash Farm and up to the first Telegraph Hill. There followed an exhilarating, long down-hill section off Telegraph, punctuated by a series of speed bumps which Al and Ad relished for the air! That fun over we had the long drag through the very grassy track and over the Chichester/Harting road and on up the gully between Harting Down and Beacon Hill. Through a stroke of luck Jon and Al saw to it that we took the higher of two tracks as the National Trust have erected a new fence straight across the tracks and only placed a gate in the higher one.

Once at the highest point it was a nasty drop down to East Harting through the cutting along the side of the Downs (subsequently christened 'The Devil's Toilet', as it was strewn with slippery logs, Ed.). Everyone had their own series of 'offs' and 'near-offs' before we took to walking in case we damaged ourselves. Once off the downs we were all very keen to get back to the farm for other fill of Julie's home cooking (Coq au Vin Blanc). This almost redeemed her broken chain incident, and after a generous slice of home made cake Al had completely forgotten the spare links he donated!

(Posted by: Ade)

Down and Out with Al and Tee

Introduction

The National Trails website describes the South Downs Way thus "The 160 kilometer long South Downs Way follows the old routes and droveways along the chalk escarpment and ridges of the South Downs". For us it provided the inspiration for a budget holiday without having to travel too far from home. We also felt we should have a reasonably environmentally sustainable break, rather than our usual habit of using tonnes of jet fuel flying to the Middle East for our dose of the sub-aquatic outdoors. We got a taxi to Fareham where we boarded a train to Winchester and the start our 100-mile adventure...

Day 1: Winchester to Exton (13 miles)
Saturday 13th May 2006

The day started a little overcast and trudging through the city centre, getting odd looks from the shoppers in Winchester, and with packs that felt decidedly heavier than we expected, we wondered whether we were doing the right thing. However, once we had passed the two alternative start points - the statue of King Alfred (Left) and the National Trust watermill - with the weather steadily improving all day and we soon started ticking off several species of butterfly (red admiral, small white, orange tip, brimstone), hearing the call of a cuckoo and settling in to life on the track. The first part of the day included the climb up and over Cheesefoot Head before lunch, then the steady climb for most of the day towards the hills above Exton. We broke our journey at around 3pm in the Milburys pub to admire the treadmill and the 300ft well before pressing on.

We arrived at Exton at around 6pm, and on to Meonstoke and our bed for the nights at the Buck's Head, just in time to watch the second half of extra time in the FA Cup Final on the TV in the bar (which had been somewhat invaded by guests from a wedding in the village). Liverpool beat West Ham on penalties 4-2 which seemed a good omen for the week as this is where (for a change) BOTH our sympathies lay.

A Brimstone butterfly

After a bath and a freshen-up we wandered weary-legged to the Shoe Inn at Exton, an old favorite, for dinner. We both had lamb shanks which were superb but realised that if we spent £50 on dinner and £65 on a B&B every day then it wouldn't end up the budget break we were hoping for! Needless to say we slept very well after hobbling back to the Bucks, not even stopping in the bar for last orders...


Day 2: Exton to Buriton (12.5 miles)
Sunday 14th May 2006

We had walked most of this route in training the week before therefore, knowing what we were in for, it was with some trepidation that we set off. The back-packs wouldn't settle comfortably and our stiff muscles, joints, rucksack rashes, insect bites and sunburn complained as we started to punish them for a second day. The conditions were perfect though - a little overcast - as we set off up Old Winchester Hill. It was a little misty on top but since this is one of our local haunts we were not too disappointed to miss out on the fine views that can be had from this vantage point on a clear day.

The sun burnt off the mist as we descended into the Meon Valley, dodging the mountain bikers involved with some form of trans-Down event. Once into the valley we happened upon the Meon Springs Fly Fishing Centre (above). A mug of cheap tea, a muffin and a lesson on the vagaries of rods, lines and flies (the 'Rubber Daddy' being our favorite) from a couple of the friendly fisherfolk in the hut and we were ready for the ascent of Salts Hill. At the summit we dropped in on the Sustainability Centre cafe for a cuppa and a flapjack (feeling smug rather than threatened by the resident hippies, on account of us having such an environmentally friendly holiday). Yet another cup of tea and a foot-airing (below) at the top of Butser Hill before the last push (via the Queen Elizabeth Country Park visitors centre for a can of pop) up and over to Buriton and the Master Robert Inn.

We were relieved that the bar was open, arriving as we did at 6pm on Sunday night. We got talking to Reg McGowan, a retired IT worker from Northern Ireland walking the Downs from Eastbourne, who was great company. Special mention should also be given to the welcome we received from the landlord/lady, Tim and Pauline who certainly operate above and beyond the call of duty - catering for us, and Reg (non-resident) and 6 blokes (non-resident) cycling the Way when they did not advertise meals on a Sunday. It is a shame that they have picked up a tarnished reputation based on internet reviews from the previous owner's tenancy which they are unable to delete. Let it be said here that The Master Robert offered exceptional value for money and their packed lunch was the most splendid of the whole week. The atmosphere in the Way-doing crowd-filled bar was fantastic, and they even had a cribbage board for us to have a quick after-dinner game before bed!

Day 3: Buriton to Cocking (11 miles)
Monday 15th May 2006

We woke up to our first wet day, and an opportunity try out our new GoreTex PacLite jackets and waterproof trousers as we scrambled back up the escarpment to join the trail at about 10am. Once back on the ridge the weather slowly cleared and after a soggy break for a muffin (above) the sun came back out again. While most of our aches and pains seem to have eased up after our second day the progressive uphill slog across Harting Down, Beacon Hill and the Devil's Jumps seemed to sap our energy. Although this was our shortest leg so far it seemed the hardest yet.

The views across South Harting and Eastwards on our descent into Cocking were very rewarding. We also got nice views of yellow- hammer, several species of butterfly and even ran into a slow worm (left). We arrived at Moonlight Cottage and our first package of clean clothes at around 4.30pm . After a wash and brush-up we headed to the Blue Bell Inn for a basic meal and a pint. At around 8.30pm we were joined by the cycling contingent of the TCA who had modified their regular night and route to check up on our progress. After a pint and a chat the cyclists headed off into the night, lights blazing; the walkers headed for bed.

Below: Cyclists and walkers unite

(Left to right: Al; Matt; Tee, Jon, Ade)

Day 4: Cocking to Washington (18 miles)
Tuesday 16th May 2006

We woke early and left at 8.15 after a fine breakfast at the Moonlight Cottage tea room. Despite how we felt on Monday it seemed that a shorter leg the day before seemed to aid our recovery and we were eager to tackle our longest stint of the walk. The weather was warm, bright and sunny as we climbed steadily out of the village to join the path. The ridge walk along Graffam down was really pleasant and seemed to be loaded with butterfies and orchids (above: Large White, below: Speckled Wood , bottom: Early Purple Orchid) . The swallows and yellowhammers were also about again.

At 10.30 we stopped for our usual mid-morning break and a slice of the best cake of the trip, Moonlight Cottage Sussex Fruit cake (which is apparently laced with cider), at Woolvington Down. With Reg's advice for long sections - "hit half-way before lunch" - ringing in our ears we pressed on, down from the ridge and up over Bignor Hill for the second of today's three-sectioned ridge walk. We stopped for lunch on 10 miles, above Houghton, just after crossing the A29 and just as the forecasted rain started. The rain got steadily heavier as we descended into Houghton Bridge and into the coffee shop for tea and cake, to refill the hydration pack, change into full wet-weather gear and wait for the rain to ease (fat chance!).

It poured with rain all afternoon for our third section taking in Rackam, Springhead and Kithurst Hills but our spirits remained high, primarily because we ran into a succession of ill-prepared twitchers and hikers, soaked to the skin in cheap waterproofs (or no waterproofs!), some wearing shorts, who were moaning about the accuracy of the weather forecast and had obviously long since lost their sense of humour. Our new gear on the other hand held up a treat and we arrived in Washington's Long Island B&B at 6.30pm, shattered but ultimately warm and dry. Dinner at the Frankland Arms was very good but we didn't really do the 'fuel' any justice - we would have eaten anything we were so hungry! We opted for an early night ahead of our second longest leg the following day.

Day 5: Washington to Clayton (17 miles)
Wednesday 17th May 2006

Breakfast was cooked by Tony at Long Island as Mary looked on nervously, her recent foot operation deeming her only fit for supervisory duties. Tony, it has to be said, cooked a cracking breakfast (although he did burn the grill pan) and Mary entertained us with tales of their son in Perth, Australia and her diatribe on how this country had gone to the dogs (they are hoping to move to the Costa del Sol shortly). Jude, their German shepherd dog, looked on as if he had heard it all before. The freshly squeezed fruit medley was a definite hit and I'm sure we could have been chatting all day had we not bigger fish to fry; we eventually set off out of the village and up into the mist at 8.30.

Frustratingly the mist got thicker as we climbed towards an area which the guide book describes as '..one of the great viewpoints of the South Downs', we obviously could not verify this. We did spot a fledgling chaffinch in the undergrowth on the way up though (above). The mist was also convenient for a bio-break in such an exposed place. We then referred to the guidebook again which made us question the wisdom of using Chantonbury Ring as a toilet: "...known for it's folklore, tales of witchcraft, fairies and other mysterious goings-on... said to be haunted". I expect our actions have brought a curse on us forever.

After an hour-or-so we had our customery mid-morning cake stop (home made fruit cake again!) we were caught up by a couple of all-action Ray Mears types who were obviously highly experienced back-packers, wearing as they were huge (home made, extra light) rucksacks with all their kit for staying out in the open. For once I was glad that we didn't have Billy-Bob with us, since he would have kept us there all day discussing how few ounces various bits of kit weighed and the comparative merits of proprietary breathable waterproof fabrics, etc, etc. They did however recommend the round Isle of Wight walk as our next venture before disappearing once again into the mist.

With no convenient pub or cafe to have a lunch break we pressed on over the river Adur (where the South Downs intersects the Downs Link, which Jon and I had cycled just a few weeks before) and on to the YHA on Truleigh Hill. We pressed on after lunch (with a brief re-tracing of steps to recover Tee's lost glove) as the wind picked up. The afternoon was quite tiring as the terrain undulated over Devil's Dyke and West Hill, where we got our first distant visual fix on the Jack and Jill windmills (above) which marked our destination. The descent into Pycombe and up the hill through the golf course seemed to take forever and we were exhausted by the time we finally made it to Dower Cottage as the rain started to fall again.

Due to general fatigue and deteriorating weather we tooks the poof's option of a taxi to the Jack and Jill Inn for dinner, wolfed our dinner down and made it back by taxi just in time to see Arsenal concede their second goal and forfeit the European Cup final 2-1 to Barcelona before bedding down.

Day 6: Clayton to Kingston Ridge (11 miles)
Thursday 18th May 2006

After getting our two 'long' days out of the way we felt we could afford a later start and a relaxed breakfast at 8.30 watching pheasants in the garden and birds feeding on the nuts outside the kitchen window. We chatted to our fellow residents, a retired vet and his wife, and somehow managed to wangle a lift back to the windmills where we left the Way. We were both suffering some minor aches and pains by the end of the previous day so we jumped at the chance to avoid the steep climb back up to the ridge. The day therefore started with a more sedate amble up to Ditchling Beacon on an overcast, windy but clear day, affording magnificent views to the north. We celebrated the sight of our first ice cream van with two 99s at the Beacon, had a further break in a grassy hollow out of the wind and had lunch as we started the gradual decent towards Lewes. Over lunch we realised that we had strayed from the path somewhat as the contours on the map did not match the section of the Way that we thought we were following. A quick look at the GPS revealed that we were only 300m out of our way and the issue was easily resolved by reversing our steps for a few minutes; we were obviously getting a little blase with the map-reading now that we were seasoned trekkers with 6 days under our belts!

The path decended to Lewes and intersected the main A277 where we happened upon and a burger van in a lay-by. No holiday should be devoid of a bit of romance so we treated ourselves to a mug of tea in a polystyrene cup with a slice of jam-and-synthetic-cream Swiss roll amongst the flat-bed trucks and white vans (above). We then climbed the ridge for the final time that day, before picking up Juggs Road leading to Kingston Ridge (apparently 'juggs' were baskets used for carrying fish from Brighton to market in Lewes). While the wind seemed to be picking up the skys had cleared and the weather was glorious by the time we got to the section of the path above Kingston and Lewes (below). We finally arrived at Bethel around 16:00 feeling very relaxed after a pretty much laid-back day.

Once installed at Bethel we chatted to John and Lynda, a retired couple from Yorkshire two days into the walk in the opposite direction to us. Within an hour, over a cup of tea and a slice of lemon drizzle cake, we had covered a variety of topics: fresh clothing strategies; our favourite technical bits of kit; the relative merits of the various South Downs maps and guidebooks; a comparison of our routes; recommendations for dinner; a critique of the various places we had already stayed; digital photography; our bird/butterfly lists; physiology of the long-distance walker; routes we hoped to do in the future; essential toiletries, etc, etc. We then made our separate ways to The Juggs in Kingston which was a real treat. We had the chef's special home-made Sri Lankan curry which was super-hot and we worked our way down the list of fine offerings from Shepherd Neame ales. After dinner we resumed our discussions with John and Lynda who eventually left the pub a little earlier than us. By the time we had finished our pint of Bishop's Finger it was getting dark and we got some nice views of bats flitting around the nearby churchyard.

Day 7: Kingston Ridge to Alfriston (11.5 miles)
Friday 19th May 2006

We were woken up in the night by driving rain and gale-force winds and came down to breakfast in the morning to see leaves and debris littering the garden of Bethel. However the weather had improved and it seemed clear and bright. We had breakfast with John and Lynda, swapped e-mail addresses, settled up and made off up the side of the Downs in high spirits. Once at the top, out of the shelter of the downs, the wind was unbelievable; even with the wind behind us it made walking quite a challenge. Our thoughts over the next couple of days were often with our friends from Yorkshire walking in the opposite direction! Stops that morning were generally spent cowering in the sheltered verges of tracks or dried up dew ponds to get out of the howling wind. It was a relief to get off the downs at Southease to cross the river Ouse were we visited Soutease church (above) and saw some coot chicks on the village pond. We also got nice views of herons in the ditches which criss-crossed the flood plain.

Then it was back up Itford Hill and into the gale again before lunch in the lea of a gorse bush. The nearby masts at Beddingham Hill were making a terrific noise in the wind, which did not really abate all day. The sun came out though for our afternoon as part-time shepherds: we extracted one lamb from a fence, herded another out of a field adjacent to its mother's and brought a loose lamb to the attention of the farm hands involved in some form of dipping program on the Down (above). The gradual descent into Alfriston was very pleasant with the wind behind us and with perfect timing we arrived at Chesnuts Tearoom at 16:00, as the heavens opened for the first time that day. It was nice to get to Alfriston early to make the most of our beautiful room with a four-poster bed: 'making the most' in this situation of course involved washing the sheep shit off our trousers, patching up cuts and sores, performing our customary daily leg massages and watching inane quiz shows on the telly.

That evening we went a bit wild since it was our last night away: We went to the Smugglers Tavern for a cracking pint of Harveys Sussex Bitter and a peek at the menu (too basic), then the George Inn for a Green King IPA (terrible music), before settling on the Tudor House restaurant for dinner (as recommended by Lynda). The food here was top class and we had the place all to ourselves. Of particular note was the excellent bottle of Bourgogne Hautes - Cote de Beaune Rouge (Cuvée de Printemps) 2000 from Domaine H. Naudin-Ferrand that Tee chose to go with our bacon suet pudding! A cheese board and dessert later and we virtually rolled back to the B&B. While we expected a more full-on tourist experience in Alfriston, one of the larger settlements on the route, we were pleasantly suprised and could easily have stayed a little longer in this quaint little place.


Day 8: Alfriston to Eastbourne (12 miles)
Saturday 20th May 2006

We could not really do justice to the biggest breakfast of the week but tried our best because is was delicious. It is perhaps worth mentioning that we didn't really stay anywhere terrible on our week away but places like Chestnuts, Bethel, Moonlight Cottage and The Master Robert Inn all offer excellent value for money. Bethel in our opinion being the stand-out best place to stay, and also with one of the best locals. Refuelled we set off down the pleasant Cuckmere valley (above) towards the Seven Sisters, Beachy Head and our train home.

The skies threatened rain but it never really materialised and the wind seemed to have subsided from the day before. We stopped for a while to watch a pair of swans on a sheltered pond just outside the village (below). We also caught a glimpse of the famous Litlington white horse cut into the eastern face of the valley side.

There seemed to be a lot of offing-and-oning of various fleece and waterproof layers on the walk through Friston Forest before we got it quite right and the skies brightened up. However, as we left the shelter of the valley and hit the coast, ascending the first 'sister', it was all hands to the layers as the wind behind us was ferocious. With another thought for John and Lynda (somewhere between Fulking and Storrington, presumably with the wind in their faces) we struggled up and down the remaining six sisters. Tee did not take long to give up on her Leki poles (already having had straps and cups removed to reduce drag) which were flying everywhere.

The thatched bar at Birling Gap provided a welcome break before our final assault on Beachy Head. The scenary really was very dramatic as the wind pushed us up the final hill, the stormy seas battering the Beachy Head lighthouse at the foot of the white cliffs (above). Finally we descended steeply to the outskirts of Eastbourne and the end of the South Downs Way. After a celebratory cup of tea to recover we hauled our tired limbs across town to the railway station and our way home, ready for our next big test of endurance for the week, the Eurovision song contest.

(Posted by: Al & Tee)

Rendezvous at the Cocking Blue Bell

Ride: Monday 15th May, East Harting to Cocking

Present: Ade, Jon, Matt

On a damp and gloomy Monday evening we met [historically, for the first time without either of the founding Fathers - Ed.] at Ade's place in East Harting, on the North Side of the South Downs Way, in a bid to meet fellow TCA associates (Al & Tee) at the Blue Bell Inn, Cocking (below). We kitted up on the farm and readied our bikes for the off, this took much longer than expected and, in true TCA fashion, we were an hour behind schedule once we set out.

Realising that time was against us we set out at a blistering pace, until we reached the (v) steep incline up the side of the Downs, we tried in vain to cycle up the track (which even a goat would struggle to climb), so we pushed the bikes until the track levelled slightly and we could mount our trusty bikes again. Once we reached what we thought would be the highest point in our ride, we looked East to find that we would again be pushing the bikes up to the real summit (Harting Down). This we did and delighted in the down ill that greeted us, we surveyed the route and pressed on past Buriton Farm and once again up to another High Point in the South Downs Way. This part of the journey was fairly uneventful other than Matt's low-key 'accidental dismount' due perhaps to over-zealous brake use..? But he dusted himself off and we would have been none the wiser had he not mentioned it to Jon and I.

Making up time we kept pushing on and were found ourselves flying across Treyford, Didling and Bepton Down. Then came the delight of seeing Cocking; the route down the hill to the pub seemed to be calling us down it. I then felt like I was back home (as I spent my first 13 years growing up atop Cocking Hill) and thus spurred on by the beckoning beer arrived at the Blue Bell.

Al and Tee were already in the pub and primed to buy us a well deserved pint, they were resting up after day 3 (of 8) into their hike along the South Downs Way from Winchester to Eastbourne. A packet of crisps later and we set lights to 'stun' (above) and pushed on; leaving the walkers safe and warm in the pub while we were peddling to warm up again after stopping. We opted to follow the lane that skirts along the North side of the Downs back to Harting, which was an inspired decision as the Three Horse shoes at Elstead was on the way, so we had to stop for another pint, which we drank quickly, mounted up and heading for home, being welcomed by the lovely Julie, who had cooked a gorgeous meal of Shepherds Pie and veg, washed down with some cool beer.

(Posted by: Ade)

Billy-Bob moons for the TCA

A gathering of approx 2500 hard-core mountain bikers, one off road course through the mighty Giant Redwood Forests of Rotorua, thermal steamy mud tracks and most importantly of all night lights! A sight for sore eyes (quite literally).

It was the annual NZ 2006 Rotorua Moonride, an event tailored for the ethos of the TCA. Billybob managed to score a last minute ‘substitute’ ride with an eclectic bunch of forty-something misfits whom he had never met before but it did not mater for they all shared the love of the ride at night and what’s more they had food supplies and their own hand made aluminium tube night lights! Bring it on.

Warren (the quiet one), Big Keith and Mad Dog Dave welcomed the Bobster to the 12-hour tag race where they had to complete one 9km circuit of the thermal forest each before handing the timing transponder over to their team mate. Dave set the pace, the more experienced rider of the four with his gangly John type frame of pure muscle, came in at 32 minutes! Warren followed with a respectable 40 minutes then Big Brummy Keith with 57 minutes. Billybob with his first time on the circuit and on his virgin shiny steed set a respectable 47 minutes! Those years of weekly TCA training soon awakened Billy bob’s latent night vision that and spurred on by memories of Al shouting ‘Come on man – too many pies fat-boy’.

The first circuits in day light started at 10am. The pro riders were flooring it around in 22-25 minutes a lap in their $4000 plus full suspension mtn bikes and official sponsorships by various Kiwi nutrient bars. Many a time Billybob was passed by rider’s shouting ‘To your right mate’ the official race call to pass an ailing rider. The times got predictably slower as darkness fell except for Dave who appeared to have a Terminator like glow in his retina’s and clocked up a 27 minute final ride at around 9pm!! Keith a novice to night rides was presumed lost at one point around 8pm! He had been gone 1 hour 30mins! Billybob kept a respectable 57 minutes in the dark per lap powered on by Stef’s chilli cooked on a camping stove at the back of Dave’s Van! Stef performed at admirable team support role throughout the day by cooking food and walking 8km into town and back for a supply of soft baps and nacho’s (Countdown Value range)

Surprisingly no real injuries except Keith who sported a handsome 1 inch deep gash down his leg after falling off at night. The Red Cross tent patched him up mid race. Billybob was impressed with the home made head torch worn ala John boy stylie but missed the comfort of his reliable handlebar Vista Lights and remains to be convinced about the12 v car battery on his back! The race finished at 10pm! The winners were from Rotorua (no surprises there then – local home patch) who managed to clock 29 laps in 12hours. Billybob’s team managed a respectable 17 laps in the allotted 12hours. Team name was ‘Assorted Nuts’, ignore the official race score board as the transponder failed to work on several laps.

Alas no Billybob photo’s of this awesome event however the official photo of Billybob and team mates in action can be found by typing 728 in the team bib number on the official Moonride 2006 'photos' link here.

(Posted by: Paul)

Hambledon Route #1 - Bluebell Frenzy

Ride: Thursday 11th May, Hambledon Route #1
Present: Al; Jon


It made a nice change kitting up in Hambledon on a sunny evening in the mid 20s centigrade, shorts AND t-shirts all round this week!

We left a little later than usual so decided to do the old faithful Hambledon route via the White Lion at Soberton and the Traveller's Rest at Newtown, taking in a significant stretch of the disused railway line.

The ride was reasonably uneventful although Jon took a definite shine to the biffer who was half of a husband and wife biker combo who we talked to outside the White Lion. They had a magnificent yellow Triumph and were on their way to France on the Ferry. We had a cracking pint of our usual 'Palmer's 200' and caught up with the gossip - Graham has finally found a taker for the pub and hopes to be out in early July. The usual bedlam with dogs ensued when we got up to leave, exacerbated by the simultaneous departure of Mr & Mrs Biker.

We floored it down the railway line which was in pretty good condition after the fair weather. The scores for this week's 'Railway Embankment Challenge' are as follows: Al 1 - 0 Jon (which will be a relief to Billy-Bob)!

The Forest of Bere didn't hold any suprises, despite the bridle path having a fresh layer of bike-deadly sand. Of note though was the spectacular display of bluebells, which are at their peak at the moment. They were particularly dense on the long climb up from the A32.

We had a treat in store when we got to the Traveller's since they had opened the open-air rear bar for the first time this season. We enjoyed a fine pint of Greene King 'Abbot' Ale under the blossom of the cherry trees in the garden (it still being light at 20:30 when we got there). The only aberation on an almost perfect pint was that a vicious runty little mongrel (who seemed to have no objection to Jon) took offence to Al, who retreated like a jelly until the owners had it removed to a safe distance.

A gentle ride home down the country lanes with lights set to 'dazzle' rather than 'stun' and we were home just before 22:00. Jon scarpered straight home as he had a friend staying at his, not even the lure of Die Hard II would tempt him in for dinner!

(Posted by: Al)

Lake Karapiro Rescue

Ride: Waikato River, Sunday 7th May 2006

Present: Paul; Stef.

We got up at the crack of dawn, well 8am to take the two new bikes out for a trial run. This was mainly to fine tune the set ups and get Stef familiar with riding once more. We cycled up one side of the bank of the mighty Waikato River and then crossed the road bridge and cycled back on the other side. This event was without mishap although actually Stef had her first off by surprisingly falling off her bike straight into a hedge from a complete standstill (learnt from the master no doubt). Fortunately no one was around to witness this embarrassing debacle and we promptly cycled off again to cycle the 6km home via a local corner shop for a bottle of NZ spring water to sustain our blood sweat and tears.

The day was only just warming up however as Billybob had rented 2 sea kayaks at The Boatshed Café, www.theboatshed.net.nz otherwise known locally as Waikato’s hidden jewel. A trendy waterside establishment that can only be described as a modest cow shed with café and boatshed to rear. A great little place 10km south of Cambridge on Route 1 south of Hamilton and on route to Rotorua. The owners are a rugged husband and wife team who have completed the Speight’s Challenge twice and have set up this business to give kayakers young and old a place to launch their boats or just chill and swap stories of multisport evening.

The Billybobs arrived for a 1pm start fully kitted out with life jacket, sunscreen and Helly Hanson thermal base layers to begin their paddle south in Lake Karipiro. They were joined purely by coincidence by Robert and Laurie (a couple who have also recently started life in Hamilton, Robert in the same team as Paul and relatively new to the thrill of kayaking). The paddle started well only to be sidetracked 2km downstream by three feck wit city types from Auckland who were waving frantically at us in our Kayaks and shouting garbled nonsense from their suspiciously stationary powerboat. Yes you had guessed it they had run out of fuel and were without paddles, life jackets or any kind of safety equipment. Help they cried in our general direction followed promptly by a feeble plea for us to tow them back to shore, all 2km! With just two kayaks and one novice couple. Fortuneatly the Billybobs having a modicum of sea skills about them managed to throw a rope around the kayaks and in tandem both kayaks (Robert and Laurie in their tandem and Billybob in his more agile Ray Mears type kayak) pulled the stranded city sailors to shore after a hard slog and paddle back. As there were only two ropes Stef was in her Cox supporting role shouting encouragement alongside while fearless Billy bob, Rob and Laurie paddled onward.

After leaving the scène of Billybob rescue the mighty kayakers went off to resume their paddle 6km south to a beautiful cascading waterfall and peaceful haven full of kingfishers and Heron’s, light was against them and a quick paddle home ensured a rather respectable 12km paddle all in before dusk thankfully without further incident. Surprisingly again Billybob went without a pie and left Stef eating a rather large chocolate cake with extra cream before the Café closed for the day.

(Posted by: Paul)

4. Vote tandem! Dinner in Dundridge

Ride: May 4th 2006, Hambledon to the Hampshire Bowman
Present: Al; Trudy

Spurred on by another 'warmest day of the year so far' we resurrected our ancient custom and practice of taking the tandem across the road to the village hall to register our votes in the local council elections.

Leaving Hambledon at about 20:00 we then took the route via Soberton Heath taking Cott Street to Hill Grove, then wending our way up hill through Upper Swanmore to Dundridge and the Hampshire Bowman (SU577184). It was a beautiful evening, anout 20C with fine blue skies.

We arrived well in time for dinner, Tee enjoying traditional Fish & Chips while Al had gammon steak, egg, chips and peas. There's always a great selection of ale at the Bowman, making the choice very difficult, but Tee favored the local 'Liberation' from Southwick's Suthwyk Ales brewery. Al was more partial to the Cheriton 'Best Bitter' (and was sad to overhear locals talking of closure at the renowned microbrewery tied to the Flower Pots pub, later confirmed in the Hampshire chronicle), maybe the last pint?

The ride home via Soberton includes the excellent down hill section on Sheep Pond lane before crossing the A32 then turning Right into Station Road. We were back in Hambledon by 22:45 and ready for bed, certainly feeling that we were a little out of shape after such a long time out of the saddle(s!).

(Posted by: Al)

Billybob establishes TCA NZ

Billybob Bowman reports from NZ! Can't believe bikes are sold in Lawnmower shops - especially the TCA brand of choice - SCOTT! Hope to be able report on new bike purchse in the next couple of days. The shortlist includes a GT Avalanche, a Kona Caldera, Avante (NZ equiv of Specialized) and outside favourite the Diamondback Topanga.

In the meantime I am trying to score a place in a team for the Moonride at Rotorura in 2 weeks time. It seems that the nocturnal cycling activities of the TCA are replicated in the form of an annual tag team event on North Island New Zealand, but without the consumption of specialist warm beer (or the need to read maps!).

More news from TCA NZ soon....

(Posted by: Paul)